Seriously, it was a nice boost, especially on a day like today when my youngest woke up wheezing like an old woman whose been smoking 6 packs a day since 1932. Needless to say, not much writing got done. I didn’t even go online to see the interview until this evening, when she conked out, vaporizer buzzing, Vick’s rubbed on her chest.

Another bit of craziness, my little pink flash drive is missing somewhere in the house. The most recent ms for Cain is on that flash drive. Ergo, can’t work on it. Taking it as a sign that I should go with my gut and cut out this new character, either that or at least go back to where he was introduced, before it got all campy like a bad 80s movie with nuns. (Think Eric Idle, not Whoopi). With that in mind, I’m going to devote at least a slice of time tomorrow to digging up the old draft and writing for at least ten minutes. More if it gets good and the house doesn’t burn down.

Poems about chicanery and skulduggery also didn’t get writ, I’ll do that tomorrow too. Maybe. See above.